After all, they had no way of bringing the dead back to life!
"Lang." Wu Jing walked in, looking at the mess all over the floor, "What's wrong?"
She had never seen him lose his temper at the Qin's.
He turned around and saw Wu Jing with a worried look, and said, "Jing'er."
His tone softened.
Wu Jing asked, "Why are you so mad this morning? Didn't we talk about keeping your emotions in check?"
"Nothing," Qin Lang said, "I'm fine. As long as I see you, I'm at peace!"
He held her hand, "Jing'er, would you stay with me today instead of going to work?"
He looked like a child begging for attention.
Wu Jing was also worried about him, so she nodded and agreed.
She called the servants to clean up the room and pushed Qin Lang out.
The sun was nice today, and there was some business at the company, so Wu Jing accompanied Qin Lang there.
He dealt with some matters at the company, greeted Mrs. Qin, and then left with Wu Jing.
They happened to go for lunch.
